Crap day.

Today has been a bad day.

It all started off with a pee-related mishap and just got worse and worse from that moment onwards.

I was peeing into a little tubey thing as I had to do a urine sample. Instead of the usual single stream of pee, for some reason there was like four or something. It was the worst possible episode of pissingness to end up peeing in a bizarre manner. I was wearing a plastic glove, but somehow I still managed to get a bit on my hands. Seriously, there's ONE hole for pee to come out of, so surely there should be ONE stream of pee. I'm pretty certain I don't have four urethras! >.<

Next I got my gaviscon prescription. They gave me the peppermint one. I've only just got used to the aniseed one and the peppermint one kind of burns my throat. Why can't they just give you the original one instead of horrible mintyness?! >.<

Then my grandfather was a twat, I moped a bit, played some Mario Kart, re-realised I was absolutely fucking shite at it, got bad heartburn so had to take the vile pepperminty gaviscon and decided to comfort eat.

I got a bag full of junk food. It contained 6 little bars of dairy milk, zillions of lollies, a wispa bar (which ended up melting because I sat on it), those little chewy refreshers things, marshmallows, a big thing of jelly beans, two of those dip dabby sherbet things and one of those things with breadsticky things and chocolatey stuff to dip them in. I ate most of it but still have quite a lot of stuff left. I also ate some fries, a mcflurry and a doughnut from mcdonalds later on. =/ It all resulted in me feeling a little icky... it's really not surprising though!

Then I had an arguemnt-type-thing with my mother. She was being all mooby about the fact I want blue blankets for the baby instead of white ones and being all bitchy about the fact that I want to find the perfect towels. Apparently it doesn't matter what towels I get the baby. It's easy for her to say- it's not her baby! Personally, I want everything to be perfect and will strive to get the best things possible. (yeah, this should probably be in my pregnancy blog, but it contributed to my day being shit which is what this post is about!)

Heh, I know it all sounds silly, but gosh... It really was a horrible day! I'm sure there was more things contributing to the crappyness, but they can't have been that important to me or I would have remembered them.

So yes... Shite day... But feel free to laugh at how I got pee on my hand!

Stuff and stuff.

After spending from midnight until whenever I fell asleep completely freaking out about spiders, I woke up to find that a) a whole pack of chocolate digestives was now empty and b) I really, quite desperately needed to pee.

I very jumpily (not jumpy in a boing kinda way, more of a fuckisthatblackbitonthewallaspider kinda way) made my way to the toilet (quite an achievement considering a few hours ago I couldn't leave my room) and urinated. It was one of the best pees of my life because I had been holding it in since I saw the spider.

I'm not sure what happened to the chocolate digestives... The pack was definitely full earlier and I'm sure it can't have been the dog because it was closed with a pretty good knot and stuff... I don't think dogs can untie knots... I must have eaten them in my sleep.

I cautiously made my way back to my bedroom and gave Morrissey his medicine (an hour earlier than I was going to because I wanted to go back to sleep). Instead of going back to sleep I ended up realising I was awake and writing this. Currently Morrissey and Miyavi are cleaning eachother or something and it's adorable. I wish I had my camera to make a video of it!

Morrissey terrified me last night. I honestly thought he had died for a few minutes. He didn't appear to be breathing and he was staying very still. I opened the cage door and he still didn't move. In the state of freaked outishness I was already in, I was all like 'Fuck' and shouted to my grandmother that Morrissey was dead. She came out of her room and I think she was really sad about him dying. She asked if I was sure he was dead so I poked him. He glared at me and kind of licked my finger. I felt stupid. Now I'm really scared of him dying. Meep. I think he's getting a bit better though.

The spider was big and on the wall. It was horrible. Nobody else could find it (I'm sure they didn't even believe me about it), so I barricaded myself in my room. Tears streaming down my face (yes, I actually cried o_O), I sat in my room for hours just freaking 0ut and whatnot. I remember getting harder and harder to breathe and I made a pact with myself never to leave my room because all escape routes had potential spiders. In the event of a spider actually being in my room, my plan was to somehow break the window and climbb down the front of the house. Stupid, much? I'm so glad I fell asleep. If I hadn't, I'd still be freaking out now. Horrible, horrible night.

Yesterday was cool though. I made bread using this recipe. It tasted pretty good and it was great to pretend it was someone I didn't like whilst beating the crap out of it. I got told that I would kill the yeast by stabbing it and that it would also die when I cooked it. I proceeded to cry about it (heh, I think I was slightly hormonal or something yesterday- I hardly ever cry)! All I could think was 'poor yeast'. Luckily, I soon got over my yeast sympathy. I think I'm going to start baking more stuff again.

I'm going to stop writing this now.